School - Masta Killa, RZA

What are you doing home from school so early?

You shouldn’t be back for another two hours

Now answer me… what are you doing home?

(I got suspended) Suspended?

For what?

(Nothing) A good student like you, don’t get suspended for nothing

Now why were you sent home?

(Cuz I’m black!)

Bangin’on the lunchroom table, I used to spectate

And watch some of the M.C.

greats

Throw verses back and forth, I didn’t have the heart to step forth

I used to take it home to write some of my own

But still I wasn’t ready to touch the mic-phone

The back staircases of school was filled with blunt residue

A broken lightbulb and the crew, a man or two

Bangin’on the wall while a few M.C.'s, shoot the breeze

I’m just passin’through, I might’ve took two off the trees

We fiend for this hip hop quarantine

Listen out for the walkie talkies of the Dean (security coming…)

Bododo.

school!

Sat in the back of the class with my hand up Two wild security guards, grabbed my man up Threw him in detention for 5 days suspension

Cuz he said, the teacher was lyin about the Indians

Tryin to dumb us with the story of Columbus

And brain-numb us, when all you see, that came from us They copy-carvin, I learned about God and

Taggin Wu logo on the book margin

Intense like a New York riot, she stood quiet

And asked me, could she speak to me in private

(Mr. Diggs, you actin’like a fool…) Huh?

(You know these rules that we have in these schools) Yeah.

(You and your friends think ya’ll cool) Why?

(Cuz ya’ll walk through these halls with the 12 jewels)

Phat shoe laces and tri-colored sneakers

I stood like a man then I questioned my teacher

Why don’t we speak about the wisdom of the sages?

And how did Europe black out in the dark ages?

And when they got light did they white-wash the pages?

And the inquisition, why was Christian thrown in cages?

And why wuld they try to destroy the nation?

With their birth control and bring control floridation?

And why it seems that half the school is racist?

She said «Diggs, to the office!"We about faces.

Handed my paper with the proper title

Who wrote the holy Koran or Bible?

Bein’that person with the scent ability

Makes me responsible for the uncivil

The next morning as I entered the building

A cypher goin’on and the Gods is building

My hot chocolate spillin', after 5th period

Let’s cut out, go bag some chicks up at Tilden

Wonderful had the rental, «Nobody Beats the Biz»

Instrumental, attractin’a few

Nothin’really poppin', let’s slide to Clara Barton

Bumped into a few good brothers from Morgas Martin

Mentioned Norman Thomas, had chicks

That’ll hit flicks, and take you shopping, true indeed

I thought Sarah J. had the one that I need

Mary Burtrum, Julia Richmond, is it fashion?

Elijah Whitney sing the song with me Sisters from Washington Irv.

swing a arm

Brothers in death, pull the fire alarm

Rude ones flow rapness, Western House money makers

Maxwell thunder hip shakers.

They not on my level, but I can sit with the O.G.'s from there

And make it major, youknowhatimean?

(That's what’s nigga)

Right, but, we not doing that until we get this business settled

And even while we doing that, we try’nna get the Wu-Tang niggaz

Cuz I love them niggaz, I feel as though

They represent the east coast, how we represent the west coast

And I love them… *echoes*